Today marks day four of potty training extravaganza.
When Blazer went into his room naked, slammed the door shut, and came out wearing a diaper, I knew it was time to pull the plug.
Very ingenious, my son. Time to get down to business.
The moment I heard that first "tinkle" after two hours of temper tantrums and one hour of sitting on the side of the tub while Blazer leaned limply onto my lap . . . I knew I was in the midst of one of my proudest mommy moments ever.
I was blessed with a real and physical moment of the essence of parenthood: teaching our children independence . . . teaching them how to fly on their own.
A movie reel flashed before my eyes and I realized my job as mom is to teach my children to become adults. It will happen quickly. In less time than I can imagine, I will be watching my son throw his graduation cap into the air. He will be able to dress himself, feed himself, go to the bathroom by himself . . . and hopefully a myriad of other 18 year old abilities.
I hope I raise him to be faithful, compassionate, kind, sensitive, and caring. I hope he will want to serve others; I hope he will treat others as he wishes to be treated. I hope he has many adventures, the opportunity to love deeply, play abundantly, trust fully, and live with great abandon.
Parenthood is amazing, isn't it?
All this from a tinkle in the toilet.
And a small tear in my eye.
